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From dehumanizationTo arms productionFor the benifit of the nationOr its destructionPower, powerThe law of the landThose living for deathWill die by their own handLife's no ordealIf you come to termsReject the systemDictating the homesFrom dehumanizationTo arms productionTo hasten the nationToward its destructionPower, powerThe law of the landThose living for deathWill die by their own handFrom dehumaniztaionTo arms productionTo hasten the nationIt's your choiceYour choiceYour choiceYour choiceHasten or annihilationLife's no ordealIf you come to termsReject the systemDictating the homesFrom dehumanizationTo arms productionTo hasten the nationToward its destructionPower, powerThe law of the landThose living for deathWill die by their own handLife's no ordealIf you come to termsReject the systemDictating the homes

Imagine there's no heavenIt's easy if you tryNo hell below usAbove us only skyImagine all the peopleLiving for todayImagine there's no countriesIt isn't hard to doNothing to kill or die forAnd no religion tooImagine all the peopleLiving life in peaceYou may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join usAnd the world will live as one

Imagine all the peopleSharing all the worldYou may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join usAnd the world will live as oneImagine no possessionsI wonder if you canNo need for greed or hungerA brotherhood of manImagine all the peopleSharing all the worldYou may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join usAnd the world will live as one

As I walk on through this wicked worldSearching for light in the darkness of insanityI ask myself, Is all hope lost?Is there only pain, and hatred, and misery?And each time I feel like this insideThere's one thing I wanna knowWhat's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?And as I walked on through troubled timesMy spirit gets so downhearted sometimesSo where are the strong?And who are the trusted?And where is the harmony?Sweet harmonyCause each time I feel it slipping away, just makes me wanna cryWhat's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?So where are the strong?And who are the trusted?And where is the harmony?Sweet harmonyCause each time I feel it slipping away, just makes me wanna cryWhat's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?

People are people so why should it beYou and I should get along so awfully So we're different coloursAnd we're different creedsAnd different people have different needsIt's obvious you hate me Though I've done nothing wrongI never even met youSo what could I have done I can't understandWhat makes a manHate another manHelp me understand People are people so why should it beYou and I should get along so awfully Help me understand Now you're punching and you're kickingAnd you're shouting at meI'm relying on your common decencySo far it hasn't surfacedBut I'm sure it existsIt just takes a while to travelFrom your head to your fist I can't understandWhat makes a manHate another man Help me understand

A victim of collision on the open seaNobody ever said that life was freeSank, swam, go down with the shipBut use your freedom of choiceI'll say it again in the land of the freeUse your freedom of choiceYour freedom of choiceIn ancient rome there was a poemAbout a dog who found two bonesHe picked at oneHe licked the otherHe went in circlesHe dropped deadFreedom of choiceIs what you gotFreedom of choice!Then if you got it you don't want itSeems to be the rule of thumbDon't be tricked by what you seeYou got two ways to goI'll say it again in the land of the freeUse your freedom of choiceFreedom of choiceFreedom of choiceIs what you gotFreedom of choice!In ancient romeThere was a poemAbout a dogWho found two bonesHe picked at oneHe licked the otherHe went in circlesHe dropped deadFreedom of choiceIs what you gotFreedom from choiceIs what you want

There's so many oppositesSo many oppositesSo many, there's so many, there's so manyLet's have a warSo you can go and dieLet's have a warWe could all use the moneyLet's have a warWe need the spaceLet's have a warClean out this placeIt already started in the citySuburbia will be just as easyLet's have a warJack up the Dow JonesLet's have a warIt can start in New JerseyLet's have a warBlame it on the middle-classLet's have a warWe're like rats in a cageIt already started in the citySuburbia will be just as easyLet's have a warSell the rights to the networksLet's have a warLet our wallets get fat like last timeLet's have a warGive guns to the queersLet's have a warThe enemy's withinIt already started in the citySuburbia will be just as easy

Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window Go back to sleepSafe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils, See, they don't give a f**k about you, like I do.

Count the bodies like sheepCount the bodies like sheep

Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums

Count the bodies like sheep

Go back to sleep Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep

Go back to sleep Go to sleep [x14]Go back to sleep Go back to sleepGo back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep

Go back to sleep Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep

Go back to sleep Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums [x2]

I?ll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all yourdemonsI'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and avoice of reasonI'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and yourchoices son They're one in the same, I must isolate you?Isolate and save you from yourself ?

If it keeps on raining, levee's going to breakIf it keeps on raining, levee's going to breakAnd the water gonna come in, have no place to stayWell all last night I sat on the levee and moanWell all last night I sat on the levee and moanThinking about my baby and my happy homeIf it keeps on raining, levee's going to breakIf it keeps on raining, levee's going to breakAnd all these people have no place to stayNow look here mama what am I to do?Now look here mama what am I to do?I ain't got nobody to tell my troubles toI works on the levee mama both night and dayI works on the levee mama both night and dayI ain't got nobody, keep the water awayOh crying won't help you, praying won't do no goodOh crying won't help you, praying won't do no goodWhen the levee breaks, mama, you got to loseI works on the levee, mama both night and dayI works on the levee, mama both night and dayI works so hard, to keep the water awayI had a woman, she wouldn't do for meI had a woman, she wouldn't do for meI'm going back to my used to beIt's a mean old levee, cause me to weep and moanIt's a mean old levee, cause me to weep and moanGonna leave my baby, and my happy home

And so once againMy dear Johnny my dear friendAnd so once again you are fightin' us allAnd when I ask you whyYou raise your sticks and cry, and I fallOh, my friendHow did you comeTo trade the fiddle for the drumYou say I have turnedLike the enemies you've earnedBut I can rememberAll the good things you areAnd so I ask you pleaseCan I help you find the peace and the starOh, my friendWhat time is thisTo trade the handshake for the fistAnd so once againOh, America my friendAnd so once againYou are fighting us allAnd when we ask you whyYou raise your sticks and cry and we fallOh, my friendHow did you comeTo trade the fiddle for the drumYou say we have turnedLike the enemies you've earnedBut we can rememberAll the good things you areAnd so we ask you pleaseCan we help you find the peace and the starOh my friendWe have all comeTo fear the beating of your drum